Episode 2.3
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                                   DUNCAN (V.O.)
                         Nash and I threw one party in our
                         entire lives.

                                                               FADE TO:



               INT. THE GOLD MANSION - 10 YEARS AGO

               Teenage versions of DUNCAN and NASH stand next to a group of
               firemen, horrified. One of the firemen turns to the boys.

                                   FIREMAN
                         Tell me again, how did you set the
                         swimming pool on fire?

               NASH shrugs his shoulders.

                                   NASH
                         It seemed like a good idea at the
                         time.

                                   FIREMAN
                         I normally wouldn't ask anybody
                         this but...

               He looks at the boys with a confused look on his face.

                                   FIREMAN (cont'd)
                         Are you boys mentally retarded?

                                   DUNCAN
                         The jury is still out on him.

                                   NASH
                         Where did my cougar go?

               A woman screaming is heard off camera.

                                   DUNCAN
                         Mom!

               DUNCAN runs off camera, leaving NASH and the fireman.

                                   FIREMAN
                         Wanna smoke some heroin?

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               EXT. OUTSIDE FRIZZO AND NASH'S PLACE - PRESENT DAY

               NASH and FRIZZO both sit in separate lawn chairs with their
               summer clothes on. They are both holding nerf bow and arrows.
               FRIZZO fires towards NASH's leg, connecting. NASH responds by
               hitting FRIZZO in the arm. Neither one of the two look too
               excited.

                                   NASH
                         So bored.

                                   FRIZZO
                         I hate Sundays.

                                   NASH
                         We seriously need to start getting
                         some hot female ass over here.

                                   FRIZZO
                         If we're going to do that, then you
                         need to shower every once in a
                         while. I can smell your taint from
                         here.

               The postman walks over to the two men and hands them an
               envelope.

                                   NASH
                         Since when was the post office open
                         on Sunday?

                                   POSTMAN
                         Uhh...it's Tuesday.

                                   FRIZZO
                         Solving the mystery of why Duncan
                         has repeatedly tried to contact us
                         today.

                                   POSTMAN
                         Yeah dudes, it sucks that you're
                         being evicted.

                                   NASH
                         I'm sorry. We're what?

                                   POSTMAN
                         That's an eviction notice.

                                   NASH
                         You read our mail.

                                   POSTMAN
                         Well...yeah.

                                   FRIZZO
                         I appreciate your honesty. However,
                         I am disappointed in you Lester.
                         Please leave.

               The postman bows his head in shame and walks aimlessly off
               camera.

                                   FRIZZO (cont'd)
                         I think he learned his lesson.

               NASH takes the eviction notice out of the already opened
               envelope. He reads it.

                                   NASH
                         Dude, it says that you didn't pay
                         rent.

                                   FRIZZO
                         Oh yeah, I was meaning to tell
                         you...

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               ONE WEEK EARLIER

               FRIZZO is walking down the street counting his money. A young
               boy tugs on his shirt.

                                   BOY
                         Hey Mister, I bet you can't throw
                         this ball over that roof.

               FRIZZO looks at the very high roof in the distance.

                                   FRIZZO
                         You're on. I'll put 200 dollars on
                         it.

               FRIZZO hands the kid his money. The kid kicks FRIZZO in the
               balls and takes off running. FRIZZO drops to the ground and
               loses his breath, ultimately passing out.

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               EXT. OUTSIDE FRIZZO AND NASH'S PLACE

                                   FRIZZO
                         That kid's gonna be licking my
                         chode next time I see him.

                                   NASH
                         I'm going to work.

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               INT. THE GOLD MINE

               DUNCAN, FRANCHILLA, ANDREW, and CIARA are lined up all facing
               forward. MAMA GOLD marches up and down the line.

                                   MAMA
                         I am going away for a while. While
                         I am gone, I better not hear
                         anything of wild parties, creepy
                         orgies, or employee shootings going
                         on here. Does everyone understand?

                                   EVERYONE
                         For the most part, maam!

                                   DUNCAN
                         I don't know why you're telling us.
                         Frizzo and Nash are the usual
                         suspects.

                                   MAMA
                         It'll be your job to relay this
                         message to those little fuckers.

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               INT. THE GOLD MINE - LATER

               NASH walks into the store with a purpose. DUNCAN is standing
               behind the register.

                                   DUNCAN
                         Mom dropped by. She's going away
                         for a while. Said no parties here,
                         while she's gone.

                                   NASH
                         I'm throwing a rave tomorrow, here.

                                   DUNCAN
                         Did noise not just exit my lips?

               DUNCAN looks around for a response.

                                   DUNCAN (cont'd)
                         Ciara?

                                   CIARA
                         Lighten up, grandpa. A rave sounds
                         pretty cool actually.

                                   DUNCAN
                         Don't go to the dark side Ciara. I
                         need an ally.

                                   CIARA
                         Quit being so responsible.

                                   DUNCAN
                         Someone needs to be.

                                   CIARA
                         We already have Franchilla.

               DUNCAN points to FRANCHILLA. He is wearing a set of
               headphones and playing the air guitar.

                                   FRANCHILLA
                             (singing)
                         Someday love will find you. Break
                         those chains that bind you. True
                         love will remind you...

                                   NASH
                         I'm gonna make some flyers.

                                   DUNCAN
                         I'm having nothing to do with this.

                                   CIARA
                         Seriously Duncan, stop being so
                         afraid of your mom. I'm totally on
                         board.

                                   NASH
                         Alright then, we have a little over
                         twenty four hours to get this party
                         started.

               NASH takes a fifty out of the register and hands it to CIARA.

                                   NASH (cont'd)
                         You go buy as much beer as this
                         will get you. We'll get more later.
                         I'll make the flyers. Frizzo can
                         sell them.

                                   CIARA
                         Aye aye.

               The same woman from last episode walks past the store. NASH
               notices.

                                   NASH
                         It's her again.

               "Holland, 1945" by Neutral Milk Hotel plays as NASH sprints
               outside. He looks down the street and sees her turning left.
               He goes the other way hoping to cut her off.

               Here is your standard running through traffic scene. NASH
               weaves between people to avoid a collision. He finally
               crashes into someone. They both go down. He helps the person
               up.

                                   NASH (cont'd)
                         I'm sorry miss...

               He notices that the person is the woman he was chasing. She
               locks eyes with him. Her name is MARIA.

                                   MARIA
                         It's okay. Hi.

                                   NASH
                         Hi...

               TO BE CONTINUED
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